Matt picked up his phone curiously, answering it.
"Hey Hot Chocolate!"
His jaw clenched. "Stark," he growled.
"That's no way to greet me in this fine beautiful morning," Stark babbled cheerfully as Matt's eye twitches. "Well, you couldn't see it. But I am calling you from tower, wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me?"
Matt couldn't help but gape. If he had a vision, he would have stared at his phone incredulously, "You hacked into my social security number just to ask me out on a date?"
"Yup."
"No. And you better not call on my phone again," He slammed his phone down.
Karen looked up, "Hey, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," He gave her a bright smile that was obviously fake.
"Hmm." She stared at him, obviously she didn't believe him but she continued her work.
…
"Package delivery for you, Mr. Murdock," a man said, standing by the front door.
Matt's brow furrowed as Foggy and Karen looked up curiously. He used his heightened senses at the package lying by the man's feet, making sure it wasn't some kind of bomb.
Fortunately, it wasn't.
"From who?"
"Tony Stark."
He froze while Foggy and Karen gaped.
"You mean THE Tony Stark, the freakin' billionaire?" Foggy said, disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah, just sign it here Mr. Murdock." The man said, his voice toneless.
Matt sighed before signing whatever it was before the man left.
"What the hell? Do you know Tony Stark?" He could feel Foggy's glare behind at his back, demanding an explanation. Since Karen doesn't know about his nocturnal activities, he would have to tell half-truth.
"We've met."
"And you didn't tell me?" Foggy at least understood the hidden message. That it was more likely that he met Stark as Daredevil, rather. But Foggy was angrier that he kept it from him.
"So what's inside?" Karen butted in, gazing at the package curiously.
Matt knelt down to pick up the package that was a size of a shoebox. Karen helped him by removing the tape and when Matt opened it and picked up the item.
"A tablet?" Karen said, wonderingly while Foggy was looking over Matt's shoulder at the tablet.
"A touchable tablet," Matt's eyebrows raised when he turned it on. Then he felt a message appeared on the screen, and his fingers were moving across the braille message.
Hey Hot Chocolate, I've been working on this prototype and you get to be the first one to test it. StarkPad for vision impairment. You can to download games, put some of your files or whatever you lawyers do.
P.S – I'm sending another package tomorrow. I've seen your office. It's a dump.
"Matt," Foggy called, bringing him back to reality. "I just got a called from the banks, and somebody deposit a LOT of money in our account for the firm."
Matt's jaw clenched. "Don't accept it. I'm calling Stark," He started to pull out his phone, deducing that Stark put his phone number there.
"But Matt," Foggy protested. "This is great, isn't it? We could keep up the firm and we could get more clients from the Tony Stark, who is a billionaire if I have to remind you."
"When did you meet Tony Stark?" Karen asked out loud.
"Um," Matt turned to her, trying to come up with an explanation. "We bumped into each other."
Karen made a 'hmm' sound that says 'I don't believe you but I'm just going to let that slide'. Matt entered his office, and closing the door behind him before calling Stark.
"What did you think?" Stark said. Matt could hear some clicks, and assumed that Stark was typing in a keyboard or something.
"What do you think you are doing?" He hissed. "You've seen the office, and you deposit into the law's firm accounts? And this? What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Well, I thought I should show you how much I am interested to take you out on a date?"
Matt Murdock was calm, aloof, polite young man. But by now, he had the strong urge to punch the wall. He never thought Tony Stark could bring the Devil in him by a simple proposal, which was to say that it actually was unbelievable. "By stalking me?"
"Hey!" He sounded offended. "It's not like I'm following you."
"Stark, if you—"
"So, can we go out on a date? Where do you want? I can literally take you anywhere? Do you want to go to Charleston? I can get us a jet and you will experience the most delighting smells ever!"
"No, Mr. Stark, I am afraid that I have to decline. And if you start sending me packages, I am going to sue you for harassment," Matt shut the phone, shaking his head.
"Are you OK?"
Matt groaned. He hadn't even notice that Foggy had entered the office, who was now leaning against the doorway.
"You got ten minutes to explain to me Matt Murdock on why the hell you didn't tell me THE Tony Stark is asking you out on a date?"
Ugh. He wasn't looking forward to explaining it to Foggy. He sighed before he gave him the short version of what happened (though he left out the part where the Avengers seem to be attracted to him by his appearance), and Foggy was by now laughing after he finished it.
"What's funny?" Karen asked, standing behind Foggy.
"Nothing Karen, just a joke," Matt assured her, giving her another bright smile like he had nothing to hide.
"Hmm."
"Matt, this is priceless!" Foggy laughed, holding his stomach. "I can't believe you didn't tell me this. Should I be worried later he start delivering on some kind of Iron Devil?"
"Shut up."
…
"Why am I here?" Matt asked out loud.
He could hear Stark grinning as he skipped around him outside the ring. "Well, the best way to get to know each other is to do something we both like."
"Boxing?" Matt sounded doubtful. "You like boxing?"
"I know some boxing. Happy taught me some, and I actually do know a bit of Mixed Martial Arts." Stark said casually as he joined with him.
"How did I get here?" Matt wondered. He was just in the middle of talking to a client when he suddenly felt the atmosphere pressure changed and was suddenly in the Avengers tower, right in the middle of the ring.
"I asked a favour from a jerk," He could sense Stark rolling his eyes. "It was magic."
Matt couldn't believe it. But then aliens fall from the sky, so it wasn't farfetched. Or maybe Stark went a little mad and built some kind of teleportation system. He decided to focus on another matter.
"You interrupted my meeting with a client!" He snapped, fists clenching. He has the urge to punch Stark, and since he was in the ring, it was very tempting.
"I asked another favour. Don't worry, your client is going to think today was all a dream."
"Foggy is going to kill me." He muttered, and just like that, his phone was ringing. He answered it.
"Where the hell are you man? What just happened?"
"It seems Stark didn't get the message," He growled, clenching the phone tighter. "I'm fine, Foggy. I was just transported to the tower."
Foggy let out a laugh that made Matt shook his head, "You kiddin? Should I come over to pick you up?"
"Yes." At the same time, Stark cried out "No!" as the line clicked off.
"I'm leaving, and I swear Stark that I would sue you. I told you that I am not interested in dating you."
Stark pouted, "Why don't you want to go out with me? I'm smart, filthy rich, genius, and very handsome. It's everyone's dream come true go out with the King Tony Stark, the bachelor of the year. We are a perfect match made in heaven…or in hell."
"This feels like more of a nightmare," Then he headed towards the exit.
"Hey! Come on, we are in a boxing ring. You like boxing right? You can even punch me!" Matt could hear Stark waving his arms like he was flapping pelican. The image looked ridiculous. "We both like this, oh come on!"
Punching Stark. What a tempting offer. How could Matt not refuse?
"Matt!"
Foggy. How the hell did Foggy got here so quickly? Yet, Matt could hear the familiar heartbeat walking down the long corridors and the tension he felt flood away as his familiar presence came closer.
"Matt, buddy," Foggy came to his side, and Matt took hold of his arm. Stark was muttering curses, and someone's name. He could have sworn he heard someone laughing, but there wasn't any other presence in the room or any near them.
"We're still going on a date, right? We can reschedule it tomorrow!" Stark called out.
He groaned while Foggy chuckled in amusement. "I'm sorry Mr. Stark, but my partner Matt has an appointment tomorrow and I believe he had expressively gave you his final answer, and if you do continue, we are going to sue your ass off!" He said before they walked out of the room.
He now felt grateful towards Foggy than ever before. How can he deserve someone like Foggy?
"You are my hero," Matt smiled at him as they walked down the corridor as Stark sulked.
"Matt!"
Matt's eyes widened in alarm when he recognized Barton's voice and that his heartbeat spiked. He quickly dragged Foggy to the other side of the building where they could use the other elevator instead of the common exit.
"JARVIS, get us down quickly." He hissed while Foggy snickered, hearing the familiar footsteps heading their way.
…
"STARK!"
Matt could hear Stark's mouth widened upwards from the air currents, obviously amused. He never thought he would actually want to punch that man. This seriously went too far.
"Wow, I never expect you were this hot." There was a hint of stutter that made Matt alarmed. His heartbeat was racing like a rabit. "Much more hotter than Steve, and that is saying something. Like I said, a supermodel. A very delicious supermodel. People could eat ya! Hey, maybe you should be called Super Model instead of Daredevil. Your superpower."
"Stark, you better bring me back my clothes and so help me god that I will—" Matt hissed, his face heating red. Whether from blushing in embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.
Matt didn't know exactly what happened. But what did happen was he suddenly appeared in the Avenger's tower naked.
"Whoah there," Stark held his hands up, "You're bringing the Daredevil, and if you want to punch something, punch in the gym." Matt then felt Stark was gazing down his body, and he couldn't help but felt heat on his cheeks. "Look at those abs," he whistled. "You know, you are actually much sexier without the leather suit (better than Steve wearing spandex) I take it back. No clothes is the best view."
Matt's face was burning with humiliation now.
"Stark," he growled.
"Chillax, I'll get you some clothes, I'm not that kind of asshole," Stark shook his head. "What do you want? T-shirt? Blue jeans? Button-down?"
"Just get me a shirt and pants!"
He listened as Stark's footsteps faded away and waited for a minute before he came back with clothes. Matt caught them on reflex.
"Stark," he warned the man.
Stark rolled his eyes before turning around as Matt changed to clothing. He could hear the man pouting.
"I swear Hot Chocolate, I didn't do this. Not me." Stark said. His heartbeat was steady, not a lie. "But I am pleased to see it. How about we go to my bedroom and we can have a rocking—"
"NO." He said firmly, putting T-shirt and then jeans quick as he could. He just wants to get out of here, and away from Stark. After he put on his shoes, he quickly moved passed from Stark. Thankfully, he didn't follow him.
Matt walked out of the Avengers tower, fists clenching to his side and his face flushed. Thankfully he didn't encounter the other Avengers.
He was NEVER going to tell Foggy about this.
What Matt didn't realize was that he was walking out of the Avengers tower, wearing an 'I am dating Iron Man' T-shirt.
Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long. I was busy with other WIPs and I ran out of coffee (not joking), and real life getting the way. So updates are every Tuesday and Thursday.
I was rewatching Iron Man 2 and I recall the scene where Tony was learning some dirty boxing. This is actually the setting I really picture Tony and Matt enjoying with each other's company. Surprisingly, I evaluated Matt and Tony's hand-to-hand combat and deduced that Matt would win against Tony, if Tony didn't have any tech or gadget or the suit.
So how was it?